A colorful celebration of life

Dark eyes searched his face, brows furrowing in confusion as he talked about something that didn't relate to what she was asking about. Where was his head? Was he avoiding the topic?

No—

He was telling her when he knew that he loved her. Speaking of a night when they'd just been friends, he was just her teacher. She couldn't help but grin at the memory; everything had gone wrong that night. Kid's name was Casey. She murmured, looking at him like there's nothing else going on; for the moment he has her full attention. He'd given her his shirt to wear, because her dress didn't dry out enough to be comfortable.

And he's explaining that they had been unstoppable, they've both lived since then. He loved her, he always would—

Then he is telling her that the only thing he wants in all of the world is to stay by her side, describing how excited a child might be, despite the fear involved.

And she's crying, silent tears that she does not notice. For a long time the only sound are her sniffles, before she exhaled out one time. It's... not that it hurts. To hear that you love me, she is quiet as she considered her words carefully.

I... love you, too. She's hesitant, because her heart is divided. And I'm really glad that you want children. Not just because she has children, albeit three of them are grown. She wiped her tears on his shirt, and as she did so, she felt the sustained glamour that she had been holding, though she had not realized she'd been glamouring, fade. 'cause you're gonna be a dad, she giggled softly, burying her face against his chest.

The laughter, muffled now, sounded almost hysteric. It's followed by tears, chest-wracking sobs. Saying it out loud, meant that she had to acknowledge that she was cheating on her husband. She was enjoying it. And as she sobbed, she'd try to explain, but it wouldn't be the whole story. The most Magnus might get is that Frankie was alive, but everything else was absolutely drowned out by her tears.